Stepping out of Aunt Ouyang's inner office, the sudden burst of laughter and chatter I had heard a moment earlier abruptly ceased. I glanced around—Zhao Chenyu's desk was empty, but behind Mu Lingze's desk, Zhao Chenyu was sitting right beside her, like schoolmates sharing a desk. Both of them looked up at me in unison, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
"What are you two up to?" I asked.
"We were watching a show—"
"We were discussing work! Zhao Chenyu is so clueless, he doesn't know anything! Right, Zhao Chenyu? Huh?" Before Zhao Chenyu could finish the word "show," Mu Lingze elbowed him to cut him off, then hurriedly explained. I also noticed that, squeezed together as they were, when Mu Lingze raised her arm to elbow him, her full breasts brushed against Zhao Chenyu's elbow.
But she didn't seem bothered—probably because she was too eager to explain.
"Huh? Oh! Yeah! I'm just too dumb! I owe it all to Senior, Lan, and Sister Lingze. Hehe!" Zhao Chenyu scratched his head with a goofy grin, instantly dissolving any urge I had to scold him.
"Let's go, time for lunch!" The door to the inner office opened, and Aunt Ouyang emerged, now wearing a black maxi dress. She handed her bag to Zhao Chenyu, who rushed over to take it, then linked her arm with mine and led the way forward.
"Hey—Auntie, we're at the office," I quickly reminded her.
"What's wrong with the office? All this will be yours someday anyway. I don't want it." Aunt Ouyang tossed her wavy hair back with a carefree gesture. Behind us, Mu Lingze and Zhao Chenyu followed.
"By the way, Zhao Chenyu, do you have any plans for National Day?" Aunt Ouyang asked, turning back to him in the elevator.
"Ah—no, not really." Zhao Chenyu still wore that dazed expression. At this point, I wasn't worried about him doing anything outrageous—I was more concerned he might cause trouble for Aunt Ouyang.
But why was Aunt Ouyang asking about his National Day plans? Could it be…? My heart leaped into my throat.
"Would you be interested in doing some holiday work for me then?"
"Huh? What kind of holiday work—ow!" While Zhao Chenyu was still processing the question, I caught sight of Mu Lingze kicking him under the table. She then pretended nothing had happened, tilting her head to look up at the ceiling and pursing her lips as if about to whistle.
These twins, though their temperaments were completely different, shared the same quick-witted cleverness.
"Ah… I'll follow whatever arrangements you make, Lan. If you tell me to go east, I won't go west. Whether it's National Day, Dragon Boat Festival, or even New Year's—just give me a call, and I'll jump right out of bed!" Zhao Chenyu responded swiftly, thumping his chest in assurance. Truly living up to the saying, "Give him an inch, and he'll take a mile."
"Ding!" The elevator doors opened.
As she stepped out, Aunt Ouyang said, "Then just wait for my arrangements for National Day."
My heart finally settled back into place. Seriously, Aunt Ouyang? This is supposed to be a family trip… But what could I say? Hadn't I brought along an outsider too?
The car started, and through the window, I could see workers diligently hanging festive red decorations on the streetlights under the glow of the lamps.
The holiday was truly about to begin.
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On National Day morning, T City International Airport was already packed with crowds.
"Lan, we've arrived."
"Got it, you can head back now," Auntie Ouyang said to the manager from the company sitting in the driver's seat. The manager bowed respectfully to Auntie Ouyang in the passenger seat, his eyes subtly sweeping over her figure. Under my careful observation, I noticed his gaze also swept over Zhao Chenyu and me in the car with clear envy, especially toward Zhao Chenyu—the jealousy in his eyes was almost overflowing.
I jumped out first and turned to look at the black business car. It had been a while since I last saw this car in use. Why did Auntie Ouyang decide to bring it out today?
"Senior, I'll go get the luggage," Zhao Chenyu said as he jogged past me toward the trunk. I stood frozen in place, my eyes drifting toward the open passenger door.
A delicate sneaker gently emerged from the passenger side, like a white lotus heralding the arrival of spring, touching the ground. Pure white socks hugged her slender ankles, and my gaze wandered upward along her exposed, fair legs. The muscle lines were incredibly smooth, gradually widening from her calves to her full, rounded thighs, like ripe fruit at its peak. A pair of denim shorts, barely reaching the top of her thighs, hugged the exaggerated curves of her waist and hips, as if celebrating the captivating sight. The two plump buttocks jiggled slightly as she stepped out, a tantalizing rhythm that stirred the heart.
The denim shorts were cinched at her slender waist by a thin belt, exposing her flat, smooth stomach with faint hints of abdominal lines that showcased her confident beauty. Following the curve of her waist upward, the lines gracefully expanded once more. A tight white crop top faintly revealed the round, perky fullness of her chest, while a pink-and-white sheer shawl draped lazily over one shoulder, perfectly covering one side while deliberately exposing the other—revealing her sexy, defined collarbone and the sculpted curve of her shoulder. This half-concealed, half-revealed style flawlessly blended mature charm with youthful vitality, making her even more alluring.
"Like what you see?" Auntie Ouyang asked, noticing my gaze. She lightly adjusted her sunglasses on her forehead, revealing her captivating, upturned peach-blossom eyes with long, curled lashes. Her red lips curved into a smile as her delicate hand gently swept through her dark, wavy hair, tracing a graceful arc in the air. She spun lightly in front of me, and I was instantly captivated by Auntie Ouyang's vibrant, sporty aura. Men around us couldn't help but cast glances, some overt, some subtle, as if in that moment, Auntie Ouyang had become the center of all attention.
"You look absolutely stunning, Auntie Ouyang! You're beautiful no matter what you wear!" I raised my hands, almost clapping in admiration.
"Xuan Yu, come help with the luggage~" Jingyan's voice called from the direction of the trunk. She and her sister had gotten out from the other side of the car.
I hurried over and took the suitcase from Jingyan's hands. As she placed it on the ground, my eyes caught sight of her ample D-cup breasts, which trembled heavily under her loose, long T-shirt from the motion.
"What are you staring at so intently?" Jingyan poked me.
"Exactly, big brother is stunned—Chenyu, I'll carry my own bag." My sister chimed in. Zhao Chenyu was already carrying his own suitcase and Aunt Ouyang's, and he reached for my sister's luggage, but she didn't let him succeed.
Today, my sister was wearing the same style as Jingyan—a long T-shirt that reached down to her upper thighs. Her youthful, makeup-free face, simply tied high ponytail, slightly budding chest, and slender figure radiated a pure and carefree teenage charm.
"Jingyan! Aunt Ouyang! Lin Xuanyu! Over here!" A clear, loud voice called out. The others turned toward the sound, but I covered my face, recognizing the boisterous voice immediately—it was Mu Xianning.
"Aunt Ouyang~ Aunt Ouyang~" As the black business car drove away, the sound of rolling suitcases grew closer, and two equally stunning figures pulling identical luggage appeared before Aunt Ouyang.
Mu Xianning and Mu Lingze were also wearing matching light green T-shirts. Interestingly, Mu Xianning's shirt was printed with "I'm the younger sister!" while Mu Lingze's read "I'm the older sister!" as if they were afraid people wouldn't be able to tell them apart. In reality, they were easily distinguishable by appearance alone: Mu Xianning had long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, while Mu Lingze wore hers tied up. Mu Xianning stood with her legs slightly apart, exuding a carefree vibe, whereas Mu Lingze stood with her legs closed, poised and elegant.
"Who are we still waiting for?" Aunt Ouyang asked.
"Chu Yun, he'll be here soon," I replied, checking the message he had sent me on my phone.
"Honestly, knowing he doesn't know anyone here, he should've come earlier. He doesn't even know how to make a good first impression," Mu Xianning complained.
Whether it was appropriate for her to say this in front of me was debatable, but her words did hold some truth. And coming from Chu Yun's so-called "goddess"... tsk tsk tsk, this guy is probably doomed.
"It's fine, let's go inside and find a place to sit for a while. We can chat while we wait," Aunt Ouyang suggested. The group of beauties gathered around her, and with ten snow-white long legs moving in unison, they entered the departure hall under the gaze of passersby.
As if they had planned it, all the girls were wearing ultra-short denim shorts, their fair legs gathered together, creating a dazzling sight.
After passing through security, we found a spot and sat together in a circle.
My eyes wandered over the girls' well-toned legs and the curves of their hips pressed against the seats. My sister's legs were the slimmest, though her hip-to-leg ratio was slightly lacking—likely a result of long hours sitting during high school. Aunt Ouyang mentioned that after Xuannan graduates, she'd hire a posture coach to help her adjust. Still, my sister's straight, slender legs were undeniably charming.
Next were the Mu sisters, Xianning and Lingze. Both possessed enviably tall and slender figures, with long, straight legs reminiscent of supermodels—the longest among the group. Mu Xianning's hips were slightly more pronounced, and there was a small gap between her thighs, while Mu Lingze's legs were pressed tightly together with almost no space between them, likely a reflection of their differing lifestyles.
My gaze shifted to Jingyan. Her legs were fuller than those of the Mu sisters, with more pronounced curves yet still slender and straight. The proportions between her thighs and calves were perfectly balanced, her skin smooth and delicate, utterly captivating. Moreover, Jingyan's buttocks were even plumper than Mu Xianning's, like peaches on the verge of ripening, tempting me to squeeze them. Unfortunately, she simply wouldn't let me.
Among everyone, Auntie Ouyang undoubtedly had the most voluptuous and perky hips. Their rounded curves spoke of the charm and elegance honed over time, a proud symbol of motherhood. Auntie Ouyang's shapely buttocks and long, beautiful legs exuded a mature allure that the others lacked. The junction between her thighs and hips was full and fleshy, making one instinctively want to kneel before her, inhale deeply that intoxicating fragrance, and lose oneself in the irresistible beauty of her voluptuousness.
I stroked my chin thoughtfully. If ranked by plumpness, from greatest to least, it would be: Auntie Ouyang > Jingyan > Mu Xianning > Mu Lingze > Xuanman.
If ranked by leg length, however, the order would differ: Mu Xianning = Mu Lingze > Jingyan > Auntie Ouyang > Xuanman.
The main reason was Xuanman's height disadvantage—she stood at 165 cm, while Mu Xianning, Mu Lingze, and Jingyan were all around 170 cm, with Auntie Ouyang roughly the same height.
Yet each of them was an exceptionally beautiful woman, distinguished only by their unique temperaments and styles. The younger sister was delicate and tender, like a budding flower, innocent and pure in her youthfulness. Jingyan was kind-hearted and beautiful, akin to a clear mountain spring. Auntie Ouyang possessed a natural grace, mature and enchanting, like a blooming peony, radiant and captivating. Mu Xianning was passionate and fiery, proud yet charming, like the bright sunshine of midsummer. Mu Lingze, on the other hand, was serene as water, reserved and introverted, reminiscent of an orchid in a secluded valley, elegant and pleasant. As the saying goes, a single flower does not make spring; it takes a riot of colors to fill the garden with the essence of the season.
This inevitably made me think of my mother. If she were here, it would be even better. Though she was only around 165 cm tall, her plump, juicy, and perky buttocks would undoubtedly be the crown jewel among all these beauties. Moreover, while my mother's proportions were astonishing, her curves were perfectly balanced—full yet harmonious, unlike the exaggerated and disproportionate figures of the Kardashian women, which, though explosive, lacked comfort in their proportions. Coupled with my mother's gentle and virtuous demeanor, having all these extraordinary beauties gathered around me—what bliss!
Unfortunately, Uncle Qin had to return to his project at the end of the month due to a phone call and couldn't make it. Meanwhile, some urgent issues arose in my father's project, so my mother decided to stay home to accompany him, seizing the chance for some quality time together.
"Lan—" Auntie Ouyang, here's some water for you." Zhao Chenyu's voice interrupted my thoughts. I followed the sound and saw that he had somehow appeared beside Auntie Ouyang, with both his and her suitcases nearby. In his hand was Auntie Ouyang's water cup—I had no idea where he got it. Did he rummage through her bag, or did she give it to him at some point?
"Alright, thank you." Auntie Ouyang took the cup, glanced at it briefly, and continued chatting with her "sisters," not once looking at Zhao Chenyu throughout the exchange.
"Zhao Chenyu, right? Not bad, not bad!" Jingyan encouraged him. Although they had greeted each other in the car, it wasn't exactly a formal occasion.
"Thank you, senior!" Zhao Chenyu gave a slight bow. Though it seemed a bit humble, the smile on his face showed he was genuinely happy.
"Oh, you have no idea. Ever since Zhao Chenyu arrived, I've been saved so much effort with all the tea-serving, report-organizing, and copywriting work. Hehe." Mu Lingze leaned close to Jingyan and whispered.
"Tea-serving?" the younger sister asked.
"Yeah, not just for Aunt Ouyang. I usually ask him to do it too, so I can enjoy the wonderful life of having subordinates handle the work. Haha!" Mu Lingze covered her mouth and giggled.
"Ah? I thought Brother Chenyu was just a driver. I didn't know he also had to be a bodyguard, a nanny, and even handle spreadsheets! Ugh, just thinking about it sounds exhausting~" The younger sister sounded a bit intimidated upon hearing this.
"No worries, no worries. These are all things I should do. Thanks to the senior's help, I got such a great job and get to work under a wonderful leader like Aunt Ouyang. I'll do whatever she asks." Zhao Chenyu said with a simple smile. I only just noticed that he had already switched from calling her "President Lan" to "Aunt Ouyang," and no one seemed to mind.
"That's more like it. Little Man, why don't you ask how much this kid's salary is?" Aunt Ouyang glanced at Zhao Chenyu.
"Oh, right! How could I forget about the salary? Sister Xianning, what are you looking at?" The younger sister suddenly realized and turned to look at Mu Xianning, who had been silent beside her. Mu Xianning had been staring at her phone, even though she was the most talkative earlier. It seemed like she deliberately stopped talking after Zhao Chenyu spoke and everyone started discussing him.
"Nothing, just scrolling through videos to see if Aunt Wanyi has posted anything new." Mu Xianning suddenly switched back to her cheerful, lively demeanor, then turned to look at me. "Young Master Lin, hasn't your roommate arrived yet?"
As soon as she said this, all the beauties turned to look at me, making me break out in a cold sweat. Not just them—even some passersby nearby turned to give me strange looks, as if I had just committed sexual harassment.
"Ah—I'll ask." I nervously pulled out my phone, ready to send a message to Chu Yun, silently cursing, You fat bastard, if you don't show up soon, forget about meeting Mu Xianning—she's going to hold a grudge against you!
"Buzz—" My phone vibrated with an incoming voice call. The profile picture was none other than Fatty Chu.
I answered the call.
"Lin Xuanyu? Ah... Father, where are you? I'm already here." A simple-minded voice came through.
My face darkened. Damn it, I put it on speakerphone to reassure them, and now this fat bastard!!! Ahhh! Looking at the smiles on the faces of the five beauties in front of me, I felt like killing him right then and there.
"Hello? Hello? Xuanyu? Don't ignore me! Is the signal bad? Hello?!" I quickly turned off the speakerphone and headed toward the security checkpoint to meet him. After just a few steps, I spotted the big fatty—Chu Yun—being patted down by a female security officer.
Previous Recap:
I, Lin Xuanyu, along with my girlfriend Qin Jingyan, my future mother-in-law Aunt Ouyang Lan, my younger sister Lin Xuanman, my girlfriend's twin best friends Mu Xianning and Mu Lingze, as well as my junior Zhao Chenyu and roommate Chu Yun, decided to take advantage of the October holiday to have a good trip down south. Now we're at the airport, finally waiting for the arrival of the last person—my roommate, the tall and chubby Chu Yun.
But Aunt Ouyang, who is usually so affectionate and accommodating toward me, has suddenly become somewhat distant. What exactly happened? And what else is about to unfold? Please read on.
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